Making the grade...and giving the grades!

I had a fabulous experience in undergrad school (not to say that graduate school has not been fabulous thus far as well…but it is not important today). I am the sort of nurse – former nursing student – that believes that you don’t get more points for going to a harder nursing school. I actually graduated with my associate’s degree (from a college in Arkansas), earned my bachelor’s degree and am now 6 months away from my master’s degree. The road has been long but it has been the most rewarding road (second to parenting) I have ever paved in my life.

My phone rings Tuesday…in the middle of a small disaster so I wasn’t able to answer the phone but later I checked my voicemail to find that it was a former professor of mine asking for a rather larger favor…or so she thought. It seems the college is overwhelmed with students this semester…more passing than they expected (great news as far as I am concerned) and they are in need of an adjunct faculty member. I’m thinking what can that have to do with me? That’s right…you can call me Mrs. Fortenberry! I am the newest faculty member at Southern Arkansas University. I am excited, but I am scared-to-freakin’-death! While this is only a part-time adjunct position, what’s another ball in my juggling act after all, I am still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I am responsible for shaping future nurses.

I look it at like raising my children. I will teach them the same lessons. I will tell them to always do the best they can. I will teach them the “right” way and the “real” way; in nursing there are 2 ways. I will teach them to treat the patient not the “disease”. And in their orientation packet I will give them a quote someone once gave me “Constant attention by a good nurse may be just as important as a major operation by a surgeon.” ~Dag Hammarskjold…I have never forgotten it; I hope they don’t either.

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